HYMN LXII

To Indra sing a Saman, sing to the high Sage a lofty song,
To him who keeps the Law, inspired and fain for praise.
Thou, Indra, art preeminent: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.
Maker of all things, thou art mighty and All-God.
Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realms:
of heaven.
The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thee for their friend.
Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many
laud:
Invite the potent Indra with your songs of praise;
Whose lofty might--for doubly strong is he--supports the
heaven and earth,
And hills and plains and floods and light with manly power.
Such, praised by many! thou art King. Alone thou smitest foe-
men dead,
To gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.